Chapter 2 2. I Sucked A Stranger

Chapter 2

His hand moved to his belt, and my breath caught. I knew I shouldn't be there. I should have run. But this man did something to me just by existing, just by staring and I couldn't help it.

Releasing his cock which sprang free, thick, swollen, and hard, like it had been aching for this moment.

I gasped.

But why was my pussy throbbing?

His cock sat thick and proud between his thighs, dark and veined and demanding.

My stomach fluttered

"Bend and take it into your mouth, little slut."

The command slid into my ears, sinfully sexy.

I obeyed without thinking. I dropped to my knees between his legs, the carpet brushing against my skin.

My mouth parted slightly, nerves tightening my throat while heat burned between my thighs.

I looked up at him. That wild hunger in his eyes made me feel like I was already his

Forgetting the fact that, I'm about to get married.

"Do it," he growled.

His voice was low and dangerous, like a blade grazing my skin, making my heart pound.

My hands trembled as I reached for his thick cock, not from fear, but from excitement. It twitched the moment I touched it.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath.

I looked up again. His eyes were locked on me, dark and devouring. My lips brushed the head, and I spit softly, letting my hand slide along his length.

He groaned low, and I nearly came from just the sound of it.

"Use that mouth already," he snapped.

I took him into my mouth, slow, lips stretching around the thick head. His breath hitched-not loud, but I heard it.

I took in more, maybe just a quarter, my jaw aching already.

He gripped my hair, guiding me down inch by inch.

I gagged slightly but didn't stop. I wanted this. I wanted to please him.

"Go harder, slut."

That filthy word made my nipples harden beneath my wet bra. His hand tightened in my hair, his control igniting something wild inside me.

Wetness trickled down my thighs. I moaned around him, the sound muffled by his cock. I didn't care. I was supposed to be pleasuring him, but I was the one feeling consumed by it.

"Good girl," he rasped. That voice, rough and steady made me want to keep going.

I moaned louder around him, bobbing my head, sliding over his thick shaft, spit slicking everything.

"You're so... fucking tight," he breathed, his hand curled into a fist.

I sucked harder, taking about half his length into my mouth as if I'm a pro. My cheeks hollowed as I worked him, drool spilling from the corners of my lips.

A groan ripped from him, raw and guttural. He thrust into my mouth deeper, his hips jerking forward. I gagged again, tears prickling in my eyes-but I didn't pull away.

He twitched in my mouth, like he was on the edge.

I didn't stop. I kept sucking, working my tongue along his shaft. I couldn't believe how good it felt to take him like this.

He yanked my head, grunting.

"You're so snug, it's driving me crazy."

His voice alone made my pussy clench. He held my head still, cock pulsing in my mouth.

I tilted my head and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, slow and teasing.

My hand slid down, cupping his balls again, rolling them gently. His hips bucked.

"I'm cumming," he hissed, grabbing my hair tighter and guiding me down hard.

His cock jerked against my tongue. The heat hit the back of my throat, thick and sudden.

I nearly choked on the shock of it, not expecting the taste, it tasted salty and weird.

But I swallowed it anyway.

His groan echoed through the car, raw and guttural, vibrating in my chest.

He pulled me off with a sharp yank. A string of saliva and cum hung between us, thick and sticky. My lips felt swollen, my throat burned, but I didn't care.

He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me up, crashing his mouth against mine. His kiss was rough and hot and hungry. His tongue claimed mine, tasting himself on my lips.

His hand slid down to my ass, grabbing it hard. I whimpered against his mouth, overwhelmed, my body trembling with need.

I rolled my eyes back, lost in the heat.

He pushed me into the seat, his fingers trailing down my body.

He grabbed my soaked panties and tore them off, yanking them down with no care.

"Look at this," he growled, spreading my legs wide. His eyes locked on my glistening pussy.

I should have felt shy. But I didn't.

"You're soaked for me. Fucking drenched."

His dark, rough voice wants me to take him again.

Then he slid a thick finger through my folds, teasing it without going too deep, but enough to make me cry out.

"Why are you so tight, little one?" he murmured.

I looked at him, breathless, unable to answer.

"Should I stop?" he whispered.

I quickly shook my head.

"Words only, little one."

"N-no," I moaned, digging my nails into his arm.

He pulled his finger out and slid it over my pussy again, slow and slick, I quivered at his touch.

"Beg me to fuck you, little slut," he said, his voice low and hoarse.

I breathed harder, too wrecked to speak.

"Words," he growled again.

"Please... f-fuck me, Daddy," I moaned.

The word slipped out like it had always belonged to him.

He slid one thick finger inside. My body arched, overwhelmed.

He added a second, pushing deeper.

I cried out, my walls clenching around him. I started grinding my hips on his hand, instinct taking over.

He twisted his fingers inside me, his thumb brushing my clit.

"I'm cumming," I gasped, back arching, with my breath ragged.

But he pulled away suddenly.

"No," he said softly, twisting his finger again. "You'll cum when I say."

He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear. "Should I stop?"

I whimpered, tears brimming. "Please continue. Please... faster."

The pressure built again, deep and hot. I moved with his hand, hips thrusting. My thighs trembled, heat building fast.

"I-" I gasped, and then everything shattered, pleasure ripping through me like fire.

I came hard, liquid gushing out of me, coating his hand.

He smirked and pulled back. I collapsed onto the seat, breathing heavily and dizzy.

He brought his slick fingers to my lips. I licked them clean without hesitation.

Then he kissed me again, deep and dirty, tasting myself on my tongue.

His hand slipped behind my back, pulling me closer. I didn't care about anything, not even my virginity, not who he was. I just wanted him to keep going.

But then, his phone buzzed.

"Dammit," he growled.